Page 36 of Saving Sarah (Blissful Bets)

Fingers weaved into her hair, at the nape of her neck, pulling her deeper into the passion. A slight sting pierced her neck, instantly vanishing. A feeling only Sarah could describe as body euphoria filled ever crevice of her being. What felt like instant and multiple orgasms combined made her dig her nails into the muscle underneath Gavin’s T-shirt.

His hand tightened in her hair while they moaned into each other’s mouths simultaneously. Thoughts vanished into a jumble of complicated twists while Brandon sifted through the events of her past. She knew what he was doing, but her brain couldn’t focus, no matter how hard she tried. Overpowering pleasure seemed to be the only thing Sarah could process.

Gripping Gavin’s back tighter, she forced herself not to go any further with him, no matter how much she wanted to. As long as she didn’t forget people watched in the distance, she couldn’t touch him the way she wanted.

“Brandon,” Gavin pleaded, breaking his mouth away from hers only for a moment. She knew he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. The hardness of his cock pushed against her stomach, causing her to fight against throwing her leg over his hip to have him closer.

Images began to flash in Sarah’s mind, leaving her frozen. Everything disappeared as Tom’s fangs sank into her neck. The same pleasure she experienced now made her plead out to him. She couldn’t believe the way she could see herself acting. It was so unlike the way she responded to her bets. Promises poured out of her mouth. Promises she knew she’d never keep if she were in her right mind. She could feel the fangs ease out of her neck, and the light blue eyes blazed down at her.

“You belong to me now, Sarah. Tell me you belong to me.”

“No,” she could hear herself whisper. “I can’t. I’ll do anything tonight, tomorrow night, a month from now, but I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Maybe not now, but you’ll eventually beg me to make you mine. You’ll see me, and you won’t be able to help it.”

“Not true.”

“But it is. You promise me a continual affair, something your mind tells me you never do, but I want more than that.”

“I said I can’t.” Sarah could feel the bliss begin to wear off and her mind clearing. “I said affair. You’d be smart to take me up on my proposition. It’s one I’ve never offered to anyone.”

The length of Tom’s cock eased inside of her. Holding in a moan, Sarah focused on not giving into what he wanted. She couldn’t belong to him. Her heart would always belong to someone else.

“I have all the time in the world. You will be mine, Sarah.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, ignoring his words. All she wanted to focus on was the act. And those fangs, she wanted to feel them again and again. But she wasn’t willing to give herself over to him eternally for it. She knew what he meant, what he wanted.

While Tom thrust into her repeatedly, Sarah could feel herself tightening. The instant her orgasm rocked her body fangs sank deep into her neck again causing her to scream at the intensity of her release. Blackness took over, as she hovered on the brink of unconsciousness.

“When I call tomorrow you’re going to see I was right. You’ll want me to come back. Would you like to bet on it, Sarah? You like bets so much. Don’t think I couldn’t hear you and Red discussing me. How about we place a wager? If you beg me, I win. If you don’t, you of course win, and well…let’s face it. You’ll belong to me regardless.”

“Never.”

Eyes narrowed. “We’ll see about that. If I wasn’t being watched so closely by Channing, I’d turn you tonight. But he’ll know. He knows everything. I can’t afford for him to find out my plans, so I’ll wait this one out. You see, I don’t have that many chances left. One more mistake, and I’m history. Masters really don’t like their children to make trouble. Now, sleep. I’ll be watching.”

Fangs sinking back into her neck was the last thing she felt. Sarah’s memory ended, leaving her feeling nauseous. Blinking, she tried to bring the room into focus. Gavin’s blurry face looked at her quizzically.

“Brandon, stop,” Sarah whispered.

“She’s going to be sick. Stop,” Gavin snapped.

The fangs exited her neck leaving her feeling weak. The room began to spin, but she fought the queasiness. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but it wasn’t that.

“How did you fight the pleasure? You shouldn’t have been able to resist the lust no matter what you saw. Actually, you shouldn’t have cared what you saw. The visions should’ve gone to the back burner, so to speak.” Brandon got off the bed and walked around to face her. Gavin brushed the hair back from her face while she tried to stop the rolling in her stomach.

“I don’t know. The pleasure vanished the moment the images appeared. Who’s Channing, Brandon?”

“Channing? You can’t be serious.” Devon walked over to them, anger filling his face. “Channing has been a pain in my ass for the last fifteen years. I’ve only run into him a few times, but every time, there’s always some kind of trouble following him around.”

“Devon’s right,” Brandon sighed. “If Channing is Tom’s master, then we’ve got trouble. I don’t know him well. My master warned me a long time ago to steer clear of him. He’s known in the vampire community for playing dirty. I guess we’ve found the reason why your stalker has waited a year. Anyone would be stupid to go up against Channing.”

“But Tom’s afraid of him. Can’t we go tell him about what’s going on?” Sarah sat up in the bed, swaying slightly. She couldn’t help but wonder how much blood Brandon took while unlocking her memories.

“You can’t just go up to Channing MacGregor and strike up a conversation. It just isn’t done. Plus, we’d never get past his guards, although if truth be told, he doesn’t need them. His powers are like nothing you can imagine.”

“Powers? What do you mean?”

Sarah stared at Brandon, confused, but he didn’t continue. Throbbing began to manifest at the back of her head, and it took everything she had to remain sitting.

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